Clipped by Love
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“Shh! Oh my God!”
Mandie thinks it’s hilarious because she laughs as she mixes the potato salad and texts Jason. She’s the queen of multitasking because she also says, “She’s right though, Baylor. He wants you.”
“I don’t care what he wants,” I say. And I don’t.
Nor do I care that I want him right on back.
And how could I not? I saw his whole dick. Not even a little bit of it from where his shorts fell some, no, his whole fucking dick. And sweet Lord above, what a sight it was. When I said earlier that he was smaller, I was a liar, a complete and utter liar, but seeing it just made me more of a liar. He’s hung.
Like a fucking horse.
Holy shit.
He also has that V. The one that makes you think nothing but dirty things. Like licking it. I want to lick his V. Over and over again. Heat washes over me as I imagine myself doing just that. It would be so great, but oh so wrong.
Fanning myself, I shake my head, hoping to shake the image away as Mandie says, “You’re dumb if you don’t hit that. He was basically humping you out there.”
“No, he wasn’t. He was trying to beat me!”
“No, that was foreplay,” Delanie says, setting me with a look. “Why are you red? You like him!”
“What the— No way!” I yell back. “I don’t…ugh, Delanie, shut up, I have no time for crushing on some caveman guy.”
“Yeah, she’s digging him. She’s calling him names,” she decides.
“I call everyone names!” I yell, but she shakes her head. “You bitch!”
“No, you call them dicks or assholes, but if you like a guy, you call them the opposite of what they are. Yeah, he’s big, but he is gorgeous and you know it.”
“You’re on crack,” I say, shaking my head and standing up to leave. “Like big white pieces of crack that take you to another world where your insane notions are true.”
She gives me a deadpan look and rolls her eyes. “She’s the one on crack, yeah, Mandie?”
Mandie nods. “For sure. If that hunka-hunka caveman wanted me, I’d give it up.”
“’Cause you are a ho,” I decide and she smiles.
“I am. Come to the dark side, Baylor. It’s fun. We are very relaxed and happy,” she teases and I scoff. “But really, stop lying to us and yourself.”
“I don’t want him,” I say with a shrug. “Really.”
“Hey, stop lying about me.”
I look behind me to find Jayden coming toward us from the hall. He’s wearing that naughty teasing grin, and soon Delanie and Mandie are giggling while I glare. Of course, he is all freshly showered, his hair brushed to the side as his cologne comes off him, intoxicating me. He’s wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a teal Bellevue tee.
Barefoot. He’s fucking barefoot.
Damn it, he’s sexy as shit.
I want to groan in distress, but I hold it together, glaring at him. “I don’t lie.”
“Oh my bad, I could have sworn you were playing that hard-to-get game.”
Holding his gaze, I say, “The only game I play is hockey.”
With his brows touching, he shakes his head. “I highly doubt that, but we’ll go with it.”
Confused, I say, “What does that mean?”
Coming to the counter, he leans against it and I back up a bit. It’s not safe being so close to this guy. Setting me with a knowing gaze, I feel like he knows every single thing about me, and I don’t like that.
“It means that you’re full of it.”
Glaring, I say, “You don’t know me.”
“Nope, hoping to change that.”
“Won’t happen.”
“Fine. I’ll do it in a way you’ll respond to.”
“How’s that?”
“Friendly competition,” he says.
“Nothing is friendly when there is a competition involved,” I counter, and he grins.
“True, but we can at least try.”
“Or I can tell you to fuck off,” I suggest, and he grins.
“You won’t. You want to beat me too bad.”
He’s baiting me. Don’t bite, Baylor, don’t do it. “What’s the game?”
Damn it!
Smiling victoriously, he says, “Well, I’m pretty sure I can kick your ass at some beer pong, and when I do, you have to tell me about yourself.”
I scoff. Again, he doesn’t know me, so he wouldn’t know that I’ve been playing beer pong since I was sixteen. I’ve been around dudes my whole life. My dad has coached all over the damn place, and I’ve been everyone’s little sister. I’ve been taught how to play by the best in college.
Jayden is going down.
Again.
“Bring it,” I say with a glare.
“After dinner, we’ll go at it then,” he says and I nod. “What do you want if you win?”
I don’t even think. He is trouble. He is going to mess me up, so I say the only thing that can rectify that. “Oh, well, when I win, you leave me alone.”
He holds my gaze, and I do everything in my power to show that it’s what I want. Because it’s what I need to want.
“Are you sure you want to end our little game we have going on?”
Of course, I do. It’s not a game I can win. Instead of saying that though, I tease, “So sure you’ll lose, then?”
This time, he’s the one glaring. “I can’t wait to put you in your place.”
“In your dreams, Sinclair,” I say, and I find myself locked in a heated gaze with him.
It’s almost like a cat-and-mouse game. I would say I’m the cat, but then I’m sure he would say the same. As much as I don’t want this to ever end, and I would love it to end in the bedroom, I know it can’t. I wouldn’t be able to walk away from him completely put together, and that scares me. The last time I felt like this, it went badly, and I refuse to allow someone else to do that to me.
“I wish you two would just do it and get it over with,” Delanie says then and Mandie agrees.
“For real, the foreplay is kind of disgusting,” Mandie says.
Grinning, he chucks his chin toward me. “I’ll meet you at the table after dinner then.”
He heads for the door, and before he can leave, I say, “Be ready to lose.”
Mandie thinks it’s hilarious because she laughs as she mixes the potato salad and texts Jason. She’s the queen of multitasking because she also says, “She’s right though, Baylor. He wants you.”
“I don’t care what he wants,” I say. And I don’t.
Nor do I care that I want him right on back.
And how could I not? I saw his whole dick. Not even a little bit of it from where his shorts fell some, no, his whole fucking dick. And sweet Lord above, what a sight it was. When I said earlier that he was smaller, I was a liar, a complete and utter liar, but seeing it just made me more of a liar. He’s hung.
Like a fucking horse.
Holy shit.
He also has that V. The one that makes you think nothing but dirty things. Like licking it. I want to lick his V. Over and over again. Heat washes over me as I imagine myself doing just that. It would be so great, but oh so wrong.
Fanning myself, I shake my head, hoping to shake the image away as Mandie says, “You’re dumb if you don’t hit that. He was basically humping you out there.”
“No, he wasn’t. He was trying to beat me!”
“No, that was foreplay,” Delanie says, setting me with a look. “Why are you red? You like him!”
“What the— No way!” I yell back. “I don’t…ugh, Delanie, shut up, I have no time for crushing on some caveman guy.”
“Yeah, she’s digging him. She’s calling him names,” she decides.
“I call everyone names!” I yell, but she shakes her head. “You bitch!”
“No, you call them dicks or assholes, but if you like a guy, you call them the opposite of what they are. Yeah, he’s big, but he is gorgeous and you know it.”
“You’re on crack,” I say, shaking my head and standing up to leave. “Like big white pieces of crack that take you to another world where your insane notions are true.”
She gives me a deadpan look and rolls her eyes. “She’s the one on crack, yeah, Mandie?”
Mandie nods. “For sure. If that hunka-hunka caveman wanted me, I’d give it up.”
“’Cause you are a ho,” I decide and she smiles.
“I am. Come to the dark side, Baylor. It’s fun. We are very relaxed and happy,” she teases and I scoff. “But really, stop lying to us and yourself.”
“I don’t want him,” I say with a shrug. “Really.”
“Hey, stop lying about me.”
I look behind me to find Jayden coming toward us from the hall. He’s wearing that naughty teasing grin, and soon Delanie and Mandie are giggling while I glare. Of course, he is all freshly showered, his hair brushed to the side as his cologne comes off him, intoxicating me. He’s wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a teal Bellevue tee.
Barefoot. He’s fucking barefoot.
Damn it, he’s sexy as shit.
I want to groan in distress, but I hold it together, glaring at him. “I don’t lie.”
“Oh my bad, I could have sworn you were playing that hard-to-get game.”
Holding his gaze, I say, “The only game I play is hockey.”
With his brows touching, he shakes his head. “I highly doubt that, but we’ll go with it.”
Confused, I say, “What does that mean?”
Coming to the counter, he leans against it and I back up a bit. It’s not safe being so close to this guy. Setting me with a knowing gaze, I feel like he knows every single thing about me, and I don’t like that.
“It means that you’re full of it.”
Glaring, I say, “You don’t know me.”
“Nope, hoping to change that.”
“Won’t happen.”
“Fine. I’ll do it in a way you’ll respond to.”
“How’s that?”
“Friendly competition,” he says.
“Nothing is friendly when there is a competition involved,” I counter, and he grins.
“True, but we can at least try.”
“Or I can tell you to fuck off,” I suggest, and he grins.
“You won’t. You want to beat me too bad.”
He’s baiting me. Don’t bite, Baylor, don’t do it. “What’s the game?”
Damn it!
Smiling victoriously, he says, “Well, I’m pretty sure I can kick your ass at some beer pong, and when I do, you have to tell me about yourself.”
I scoff. Again, he doesn’t know me, so he wouldn’t know that I’ve been playing beer pong since I was sixteen. I’ve been around dudes my whole life. My dad has coached all over the damn place, and I’ve been everyone’s little sister. I’ve been taught how to play by the best in college.
Jayden is going down.
Again.
“Bring it,” I say with a glare.
“After dinner, we’ll go at it then,” he says and I nod. “What do you want if you win?”
I don’t even think. He is trouble. He is going to mess me up, so I say the only thing that can rectify that. “Oh, well, when I win, you leave me alone.”
He holds my gaze, and I do everything in my power to show that it’s what I want. Because it’s what I need to want.
“Are you sure you want to end our little game we have going on?”
Of course, I do. It’s not a game I can win. Instead of saying that though, I tease, “So sure you’ll lose, then?”
This time, he’s the one glaring. “I can’t wait to put you in your place.”
“In your dreams, Sinclair,” I say, and I find myself locked in a heated gaze with him.
It’s almost like a cat-and-mouse game. I would say I’m the cat, but then I’m sure he would say the same. As much as I don’t want this to ever end, and I would love it to end in the bedroom, I know it can’t. I wouldn’t be able to walk away from him completely put together, and that scares me. The last time I felt like this, it went badly, and I refuse to allow someone else to do that to me.
“I wish you two would just do it and get it over with,” Delanie says then and Mandie agrees.
“For real, the foreplay is kind of disgusting,” Mandie says.
Grinning, he chucks his chin toward me. “I’ll meet you at the table after dinner then.”
He heads for the door, and before he can leave, I say, “Be ready to lose.”
